Canaan

Fallacies in the ordinary
Try to contradict the contrary
But words are words
As words are words
And a dream is a momentless lesson
You learn

For time has been distributed well
Between heaven and earth, and earth and hell
So we all hurry west, to the land of Canaan
But that sweet milk's gone sour
And the honey, the honey has thickened

Thus our feet get away with a hop, skip and a jump
But our minds are numbed over with a job, hit and a scotch
And it all echoes out into worthless sales
Just like a daughter of fortune, for fortune can tell
Fortune can tell

So we all hurry west, to the land of Canaan
But that sweet milk's gone sour
And the honey, the honey has thickened